Fog begins to roll out of the city as the city wakes. People begin to fill the streets, the smell of motor oil filling the air. The fishing docks are full, the murmur of voices filling the silence.
The tall armored dragonborn stretches, the sound of metal scraping metal, and blood oozing apparent
Jenkins, who is out for a stroll, snorts "Who're you?'
"Me?" booms a strange voice out from the muzzle locked on the dragonborn
"Who else am I talking to!" She barks out a laugh
"I'm... Ag'thin- what is your name?..." "I... am steve" *JK*
"Call me Grandma dear, haven't seen you around here before." She laughs.
"New here"
"Bah, thats understandable then." She chuckles.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
“A tour would be preferable, darling.” Mahl cooed, her Scottish accent clearly showing, compared to Eya’s English one.
He nods and stands up, fixing his green raincoat. He walks with her through town, waving to folk who pass by.
Mahl looks at them, her gaze almost predatory, but she just keeps walking.
He opens the door to the tavern where a goblin woman stands at a bar. She looks up and waves enthusically "Joseph! Hi there dear!" She grins and walks over, hugging him. He hugs her back and nods "How're you?" He asks and she chuckles "Better then good. Got a good amount of tips for today!"
Mahl slowly walks into the tavern, following after Joseph
Siena, the goblin woman, narrows her bright brown eyes and grins "Well well well, fresh bait eh?" She extends a hand "I am Siena, a pleasure to meet ya honey."
“Mahl.” The dragonborn smiles and shakes it, her finned tail swaying as she did.
She nods "You want something to eat. My wife just pulled out some bread from the oven." She grins, baring sharp teeth. Joseph as seemed to slip off somewhere, having left the tavern.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The Grizzled Tortle takes the kraken meat to the market to sell, then heads to Blubs and Deetz Armory to see about selling the hard beak of the kraken so they can turn it into something.
The Grizzled Tortle takes the kraken meat to the market to sell, then heads to Blubs and Deetz Armory to see about selling the hard beak of the kraken so they can turn it into something.
The door to the factory screeches open as a woman opens it "Hello?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A fat dog-man struts out of the local prison, dressed in ragged sailor's clothing with many ruffled, bright red coats layered over each other. He's attached chains to his damaged and formerly very expensive clothes, rattling with each step. Around his neck is a tarnished silver locket, and on his head is a captain's hat with a bullet hole fired into it.
Some of the guards glare at him as he leaves, while others smile along with him. As soon as he's out of sight, he stops smiling and immediately heads for the tavern. Once he gets there, he reaches into hidden pockets within his attire and shovels shaking handfuls of gold coins from several different countries onto the bar. "I n-need everything. Booze, cigars, food, whatever you have. I'm good for it, but please don't turn me away yet." He speaks quickly, very nearly stumbling over his own words as though he thought he were going to get cut off any moment.
Siena bright brown eyes narrow, her long black hair done up in a bun pinned with fish bone hair pins. Her wooden beaded jewelry rattles as she nods, taking the money and checking it over. She brings over some cigars that had been imported, although a bit stale, and a mug of Blood Wine. "Whatcha want to eat hm?"
He downs the entire mug before sighing in relief and eventually speaking. "Whatever's good. I have more gold than this, but my ship's been impounded with all of my goods, and I don't know how much the officials stole. The point is, I'm good for anything, and I want whatever you are able to serve me."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A fat dog-man struts out of the local prison, dressed in ragged sailor's clothing with many ruffled, bright red coats layered over each other. He's attached chains to his damaged and formerly very expensive clothes, rattling with each step. Around his neck is a tarnished silver locket, and on his head is a captain's hat with a bullet hole fired into it.
Some of the guards glare at him as he leaves, while others smile along with him. As soon as he's out of sight, he stops smiling and immediately heads for the tavern. Once he gets there, he reaches into hidden pockets within his attire and shovels shaking handfuls of gold coins from several different countries onto the bar. "I n-need everything. Booze, cigars, food, whatever you have. I'm good for it, but please don't turn me away yet." He speaks quickly, very nearly stumbling over his own words as though he thought he were going to get cut off any moment.
Siena bright brown eyes narrow, her long black hair done up in a bun pinned with fish bone hair pins. Her wooden beaded jewelry rattles as she nods, taking the money and checking it over. She brings over some cigars that had been imported, although a bit stale, and a mug of Blood Wine. "Whatcha want to eat hm?"
He downs the entire mug before sighing in relief and eventually speaking. "Whatever's good. I have more gold than this, but my ship's been impounded with all of my goods, and I don't know how much the officials stole. The point is, I'm good for anything, and I want whatever you are able to serve me."
She grins and turns to the kitchen, yelling in "HONEY! GET ALL OF IT COOKED. GOT A BIG SPENDER!"and then the noise of cheering in the back.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The Grizzled Tortle takes the kraken meat to the market to sell, then heads to Blubs and Deetz Armory to see about selling the hard beak of the kraken so they can turn it into something.
The door to the factory screeches open as a woman opens it "Hello?"
"Good day to you" the tortle says, her voice deep and gruff. "I am looking to sell off some parts I harvested from a Kraken earlier this morning."
The Grizzled Tortle takes the kraken meat to the market to sell, then heads to Blubs and Deetz Armory to see about selling the hard beak of the kraken so they can turn it into something.
The door to the factory screeches open as a woman opens it "Hello?"
"Good day to you" the tortle says, her voice deep and gruff. "I am looking to sell off some parts I harvested from a Kraken earlier this morning."
She blinks and fiddles with the hem of her apron "Ma'am, we don't buy things from outside sources."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Bah, thats understandable then." She chuckles.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She nods "You want something to eat. My wife just pulled out some bread from the oven." She grins, baring sharp teeth. Joseph as seemed to slip off somewhere, having left the tavern.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*cut.*
”Yes please ma’am.” Mahl smiles and sits down.
Just a bored animal in a durgen meat suit :3
disc: mahalayati.
The Grizzled Tortle takes the kraken meat to the market to sell, then heads to Blubs and Deetz Armory to see about selling the hard beak of the kraken so they can turn it into something.
"Good lass." She nods and disappears, coming back with a mug of tea and a some slices of bread.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*cut with wendigo*
A bit of blood falls from where the metal scratches where when they stretched "Y'know where the market is?"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
The door to the factory screeches open as a woman opens it "Hello?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Mhm." She nods and points down to the docks "Lad down there buys up fish people wanna sell."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Mahl smiles and starts to sip the tea, occasionally glancing around at the other patrons.
Just a bored animal in a durgen meat suit :3
disc: mahalayati.
"Thanks" Their posture is calm and relaxed
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
He downs the entire mug before sighing in relief and eventually speaking. "Whatever's good. I have more gold than this, but my ship's been impounded with all of my goods, and I don't know how much the officials stole. The point is, I'm good for anything, and I want whatever you are able to serve me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It isn't very busy as it is a work day for mostly everyone despite it being Sunday.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She nods "Have you eaten?" She asks.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She grins and turns to the kitchen, yelling in "HONEY! GET ALL OF IT COOKED. GOT A BIG SPENDER!"and then the noise of cheering in the back.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Good day to you" the tortle says, her voice deep and gruff. "I am looking to sell off some parts I harvested from a Kraken earlier this morning."
Mahl frowns slightly before she finishes the tea and starts on the bread
Just a bored animal in a durgen meat suit :3
disc: mahalayati.
She blinks and fiddles with the hem of her apron "Ma'am, we don't buy things from outside sources."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"How'ja get here honey?" She asked
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"No- but- I don't really need too; thanks for the offer!" They raise their hands up a bit
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
She huffs "Fine fine, whatever hon."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]